The ones nobody seems to understand,
Too abstract.
So we contemplate.

Take it apart,
Put it back together.
Rearrange the letters,
As if we’re playing Scrabble.

No such books will help.
No words we couldn’t understand anymore.
The day has passed,
The sun has set.

Nobody to teach us.
No leaders.
But we don’t cry,
Even when it’s out of our reach.

We still keep thinking.
No one seems to know.
But we ask ourselves,
Do all words have meaning?